Did You Write That Yourself?

7 Jun

“Hit me back, just to chat, let’s make some plans, its in your hands.  If you swiped the wrong way, its okay, just let me know and I’ll go away.  Your beautiful, just give the chance, could be romance.  Never know, let’s just give it a go.  Get to know each other, that’s the only way to know, its destinies fate, so don’t hate, hit me back, just to chat!”


9 Responses to “Did You Write That Yourself?”

  1. johnnyid June 7, 2014 at 4:18 am #

    It’s the creepy Dr. Seuss of the online dating world.


  2. thatspecialdork June 8, 2014 at 2:53 am #

    Hit me back, just to chat, sincerely yours, this is Stan.
    P.S. We should be together too.
    Run fast away from that guy lol.


  3. desertdates June 8, 2014 at 3:36 am #

    Is this what rappers do before they get good?


  4. zadiezepernick June 8, 2014 at 10:06 pm #

    OH MAN. I can’t even deal with this. If someone sent me that, I would probably die. Ridiculous!


  5. caseyvidgen June 11, 2014 at 10:59 pm #

    I stopped using tinder a few weeks ago… too many douches for my liking lol. My coworker showed me cliqie.com and I’m a big fan of that over the others in terms of actually meeting people vs. just entertainment. It has a different approach that feels less sketchy cause you and your friends essentially act as “wingmen”. I like that it helps you find things to do too. Skout’s okay too, but still has it’s fair share of creepers


  6. virtualdiablo June 12, 2014 at 7:52 pm #

    I guess I don’t know the mans intention. For someone truly in love, language can a crude tool at best and not every romantic may be able to put his/her thoughts into writing that may be understood by others, however I believe that between soul mates, anything written from the heart will fall blissfully upon the ears of love. She will hear you when no one else can and you will hear her as well. To me so often when trying to define love or beauty language can quickly prove itself to be an incredibly insufficient, clumsy tool. When communicating to another soul, mere words won’t do and you have to open yourself up and reach deeper than likely you thought you ever could. Whether it is a brush, a chisel or a quill the other end must be connected to a vessel purposed. When a true soul connection surges through you to the point that you embrace a new life’s challenge, the rest of your life willingly be given to perhaps the only truly noble task, an endless, delicious Sisyphean task of putting what is in your truest heart into an unmistakeable expression of heart. It is something that can’t be manufactured and it can take a lot of courage but between two wisps of flame surrender seems as natural as breathing. I do believe the right mate will possess the other half of your heart and instinctively use it to decrypt your inner most heartbeat on paper. Writing is a vehicle that easily can be misunderstood, especially if it is not read by the right person. Given to just anyone else will seem like just throwing roses at a vase and hoping to get lucky. However if left at the right door it can be nothing short of magical, but I truly believe it has to be written by someone genuine and to someone that is more to you that a possible conquest. It seems so often that is more a unfortunate goal of someone that tries to use it only to gain entry rather than communicate ones heart. The lesser objective is more than shallow of spirit and preys on hearts yearning, desperate for something more. It happens to often and to me nothing is worse. I often wonder how different life would be if people were blind until they found love so that when you eyes first take in her outer beauty it falls into it’s proper place behind her soul, behind the sound of her voice, the beat of her heart, to touch of her fingertips on your skin, the smell of her hair and the taste of her lips. Without loving those things first you can have nothing but sex and you will forever be a man sitting on a box of gold begging for change. I would never want to be the reason a women withdraws to never trust again.


    • Soon2BeCatLady June 12, 2014 at 9:33 pm #

      The man’s intention doesn’t matter.. you don’t write poetry until you’re in love.. This was a first online dating message.


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